What! No shooting down of one's plate before one as if fired from a catapult, and no tedious waiting for dishes never ordered! This is a Luncher's Paradise.
It seems possible that I may now escape the dyspepsia which, in the old days, was the unfailing legacy of lunch.
"Toujours 'Gay.'"—On an exit of Mrs. Langtry, as Esther Sandraz, at the St. James's Theatre:—
"Adieu! she cried, and wav'd her Lily hand."
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Forthcoming New Work to be expected in about six weeks' time, Newton's Principia, revised and corrected by Mr. Justice Cave.